Extract

I saw Extract on the same day I saw Gamer, so that means I was 0 for 2.  Extract was the better of the two, but still left a bitter taste in my mouth. Hyped as being brought to us by the creators of Office Space, Extract tricked me with the old bait n’ switch. I thought it would be hilarious, especially when I saw Jason Bateman cough out that huge bong rip in the trailer. The movie had its moments, but overall it didn’t amount to much more than a few chuckles.

The setting is an extract factory owned by Bateman’s character Joel, a regular hard-working guy who has all the trappings of the American Dream but is stuck in a dull, sexless marriage.  When a scheming new temp with a checkered past named Cindy (Mila Kunis) begins working at the plant, Joel’s eye begins to wander.  His stoner buddy Dean (Ben Affleck) encourages him to make the most of this potential new opportunity.  Joel’s a good guy, so Dean devises a plan to get his wife Suzie to cheat first, thereby giving Joel a “free pass.”  The scheme is pretty funny, but its execution becomes a little silly.  Meanwhile, Joel’s attempt to seal the deal with Cindy never quite comes to fruition, at least not the way he intended.  Most of the action takes place at the extract plant, which employs an array of funny characters, including a gossiping busy-body and an incompetent rocker.

Creator Mike Judge (King of the Hill) is adept at playing the mundane workplace atmosphere for giggles, but the movie loses its way by making Joel such a bland character.  He’s a pretty weak guy who behaves inexplicably.  When he finds out his wife has cheated on him he’s angry but he never displays the rage, shock, or disbelief her infidelity warrants.  I just didn’t get it.  The movie’s plot centers on whether or not Joel will sell the plant, but most of the movie deals with the interpersonal relationships between him and his wife, Dean, and his employees at the plant.  Mila Kunis is appealing as the object of everyone’s desire, but she behaves almost as inexplicably as Joel.  A con-artist, she begins working at the plant to weasel her way into the life of Step, an employee who was injured in a hilarious freak accident on the job and stands to profit handsomely.  With dollar signs in her eyes, she “accidentally” bumps into Step at the grocery store and begins her efforts to become his girlfriend and set up a big score through a lawsuit.  Step would rather settle amicably out of court, but Cindy encourages him to milk the accident for all it’s worth.  The potential lawsuit threatens to derail Joel’s plans to sell the plant, unless he can get to the bottom of Step’s recent change of heart.

Affleck was funny as Joel’s douchebag sidekick, but Extract’s occasional laughs aren’t enough for me to endorse it.  It seems like writers think it’s okay to sacrifice plot and good storytelling just because the movie is a comedy.  Joel needed more of a backbone, and a lot of his actions didn’t make sense. Not bad for a few laughs, but Extract never quite reaches its full potential. I’d wait for Netflix.

2009 Primetime Emmy Awards Nominees

It’s Emmy Time! Sure there’s a surprise or two, but I hope you weren’t expecting a revolution. Before we commence with the nominees, allow me to share my prejudices and problems. And you know I have them.

The problem with award shows: There’s a gazillion Grammy awards, and yet, there’s so much music out there across every genre, subgenre, underground genre, genre-spanning genre (pop, pop-country, pop-rock, rock-country, etc.) that narrowing down the nominees and then picking one winner (who tends to walk away with several awards), doesn’t seem fair. Or realistic. The Oscars rarely hold surprises in their nominations or winners (despite “breakout” movies like Slumdog Millionaire and Little Miss Sunshine. America loves their underdogs!). When comedies and minorities sweep the Oscar nominations, I’ll buy you all drinks. Until then, pick a role that requires you to cry, die, or burst into manic fits of emotion, and you’re practically guaranteed a “It’s an honor just to be nominated…”  Maybe a quirky character bit will land you a nod, but I think we can all pick the potential nominees just by reading plot summaries and watching theatrical trailers.

As for the Emmys, they suffer from a little of both the Grammy genre breakdown, and the Oscar predictability. So many categories, and yet not enough to do real justice to forgotten actors. And the predictability of seeing the same names and faces, year after year, even when some shows haven’t had stellar seasons, becomes a little disappointing for television fans.

And with that bitterness and cynicism in mind, I present to you this year’s list of nominees, complete with my thoughts on the snubs and the overhyped (or ridiculously repeated).  And just like the Oscars, there’s plenty of these I haven’t seen, so I’ll only share my thoughts where appropriate (ha!). Feel free to share yours!

Best Comedy Series: Entourage; Family Guy; Flight of the Conchords; How I Met Your Mother; The Office; 30 Rock; Weeds.

Analysis: The Office deteriorated in terms of quality this season (way to go Emmy pandering!), and 30 Rock also suffered from too many “very special guest stars” – though it still remained Must See TV. Family Guy is long overdue for recognition, and a win. Missing: It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Raunchy and hilarious, every week. And sadly, Scrubs continues to receive no love. But hey, why not nominate Entourage…again?

Best Actor, Comedy: Alec Baldwin, 30 Rock; Steve Carrell, The Office; Jemaine Clement, Flight of the Conchords; Jim Parsons, The Big Bang Theory; Tony Shalhoub, Monk; Charlie Sheen, Two and a Half Men.

Analysis: Alec Baldwin, all the way, even though he was much better in earlier seasons. I refuse to comment on anything from CBS. However, I know for a fact Two and a Half Men should never be nominated for anything. Tony Shalhoub…still? Zach Braff, ftw!

Best Actress, Comedy: Christina Applegate, Samantha Who; Toni Collette, United States of Tara; Julia Louis-Dreyfus, The New Adventures of Old Christine;  Tina Fey, 30 Rock; Mary-Louise Parker, Weeds; Sarah Silverman, The Sarah Silverman Program.

Analysis: I’m against giving awards to people who are basically “acting” like themselves, no matter how funny they are (Denis Leary, Rescue Me) – so, good-bye, Sarah Silverman. And again, not 30 Rock’s most deserving season.

Supporting Actor, Comedy: Jon Cryer, Two and a Half Men; Kevin Dillon, Entourage; Neil Patrick Harris, HIMYM; Jack MacBrayer, 30 Rock; Tracy Morgan, 30 Rock; Rainn Wilson, The Office.

Analysis: Despite what I just said re:  actors acting as themselves (we have no proof here!), Tracy Morgan in 30 Rock. Not your best season, Jack MacBrayer. Not with a full cast of Scrubs and Corbin Bernsen in Psych.

Supporting Actress, Comedy: Kristin Chenoweth, Pushing Daisies; Jane Krakowski, 30 Rock; Elizabeth Perkins, Weeds; Amy Poehler, Saturday Night Live; Kristin Wiig, Saturday Night Live; Vanessa Williams, Ugly Betty

Analysis: Yawn.

Guest Actor, Comedy: Alan Alda, 30 Rock; Beau Bridges, Desperate Housewives; Jon Hamm, 30 Rock; Steve Martin, 30 Rock; Justin Timberlake, Saturday Night Live

Guest Actress, Comedy: Jennifer Aniston, 30 Rock; Christine Baranski, The Big Bang Theory; Tina Fey, Saturday Night Live; Gena Rowlands, Monk; Elaine Stritch, 30 Rock; Betty White, My Name Is Earl

Analysis: Okay, even I watched SNL again for Fey’s Palin imitations, and she was brilliant. More deserving here than for Best Actress. Elaine Stritch = Always Awesome.

Best Drama Series: Big Love, Breaking Bad, Damages, Dexter, House, Lost, Mad Men

Analysis: Damages had a good season, but not a great one when you have shows like Friday Night Lights being ignored. Even with characters like Jason Street. Though I usually like House, this season tanked until the last few episodes. Fringe was more consistent, even when it was being inconsistent.

Best Actor, Drama: Simon Baker, The Mentalist; Gabriel Byrne, In Treatment; Bryan Cranston, Breaking Bad ; Michael C. Hall, Dexter; Jon Hamm, Mad Men; Hugh Laurie, House

Analysis: If Simon Baker wins, all is lost. The Mentalist is Psych, and not rewarding Psych while rewarding its ripoff is NOT RIGHT.

Best Actress, Drama: Glenn Close, Damages; Sally Field, Brothers & Sisters; Mariska Hargitay, Law & Order: SVU; Holly Hunter, Saving Grace; Elisabeth Moss, Mad Men; Kyra Sedgwick, The Closer

Analysis: I’m told by people who watch Mad Men that Moss is “okay,” but January Jones should have been nominated. This category drives me crazy, because again – Glenn Close was great, but this season didn’t blow your mind, acting-wise. I like SVU, but I’ve never understood Hargitay’s nomination. I’m so over Kyra Sedgwick, like ten years ago – I’m ready to stop watching TNT for all the crazy promotion this woman and her show receives. Watch Leverage instead!

Robbed? I hate to jump on the FNL bandwagon, but Connie Britton is amazing. So’s Kyle Chandler while we’re at it. But then we couldn’t nominate Baker, I guess.

Best Supporting Actor, Drama: Christian Clemenson, Boston Legal; Michael Emerson, Lost; William Hurt, Damages; Aaron Paul, Breaking Bad; William Shatner, Boston Legal; John Slattery, Mad Men

Best Supporting Actress, Drama: Rose Byrne, Damages; Hope Davis, In Treatment; Cherry Jones, In Treatment; Sandra Oh, Grey’s Anatomy; Dianne Wiest, In Treatment; Chandra Wilson, Grey’s Anatomy

Analysis: William Hurt was awful, and though Rose Byrne was much better in her second season, emoting two emotions (vengeance and befuddlement) do not a three dimensional character make. Waste of nominations!

Guest Actor, Drama: Edward Asner, CSI: NY; Ted Danson, Damages; Ernest Borgnine, ER; Michael J. Fox, Rescue Me; Jimmy Smits, Dexter

Guest Actress, Drama: Brenda Blethyn, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit; Carol Burnett, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit; Ellen Burstyn, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit; Sharon Lawrence, Grey’s Anatomy; CCH Pounder, The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency

Analysis: Like you didn’t see the Carol Burnett nomination coming the moment you saw the promos for her guest appearance.

Reality Competition Program: The Amazing Race; American Idol; Dancing with the Stars; Project Runway; Top Chef

Reality Show Host: Tom Bergeron, Dancing with the Stars; Phil Keoghan, The Amazing Race; Heidi Klum, Project Runway; Padma Lakshmi (Host) and Tom Colicchio (Co-Host), Top Chef; Jeff Probst, Survivor; Ryan Seacrest, American Idol

Analysis: Most Pointless Category – aren’t they all window dressings reveling in the drama and stirring the pot? However, as long as Andy Cohen NEVER receives a nomination, I don’t care.

Reality Series: Antiques Roadshow, Dirty Jobs, Dog Whisperer, Intervention, Kathy Griffin: My Life On The D-List, MythBusters

Variety, Music, or Comedy Series: The Colbert Report, The Daily Show With Jon Stewart, Late Show With David Letterman, Real Time With Bill Maher, Saturday Night Live

Analysis: I love me some Dave, but The Colbert Report, hands down. I mean, come on. And come on.

Variety, Music, or Comedy Special: Will Ferrell: You’re Welcome America. A Final Night With George W. Bush; Ricky Gervais: Out of England; Kathy Griffin: She’ll Cut a Bitch; The Kennedy Center Honors; Chris Rock: Kill the Messenger

Analysis: Chris Rock. Period.

Miniseries: Generation Kill; Little Dorrit

Made for TV Movie: Coco Chanel; Grey Gardens; Into The Storm; Prayers For Bobby; Taking Chance

Actor in a Miniseries or Movie: Kevin Bacon, Taking Chance; Kenneth Branagh, Wallander: One Step Behind; Kevin Kline, Cyrano de Bergerac (Great Performances); Brendan Gleeson, Into the Storm; Sir Ian McKellen, King Lear (Great Performances); Kiefer Sutherland, 24: Redemption

Actress in a Miniseries or Movie: Drew Barrymore, Grey Gardens; Jessica Lange, Grey Gardens; Shirley MacLaine, Coco Chanel; Sigourney Weaver, Prayers For Bobby; Chandra Wilson, Accidental Friendship

Analysis: Obviously, I don’t watch miniseries or made for TV movies.

Supporting Actor in a Miniseries or Movie: Len Cariou, Into the Storm; Tom Courtenay, Little Dorrit; Ken Howard, Grey Gardens; Bob Newhart, The Librarian: Curse of the Judas Chalice; Andy Serkis, Little Dorrit

Supporting Actress in a Miniseries or Movie: Shohreh Aghdashloo, House Of Saddam; Marcia Gay Harden, The Courageous Heart Of Irena Sendler (Hallmark Hall Of Fame Presentation); Janet McTeer, Into The Storm; Jeanne Tripplehorn, Grey Gardens; Cicely Tyson, Relative Stranger

Analysis: Marcia Gay Harden. The one person from this seasons of Damages who should have been nominated for it.

Well, that’s all I’ve got. The good news is, True Blood received zero nominations. How Anna Paquin walked away with a Golden Globe is beyond me. Michael Emerson as Lost’s only nominee also seems rightly deserved; I don’t understand the love affair with Elizabeth Mitchell, so please don’t complain to me about a “snub” here. I’m praying she remains dead when the show returns next year. Michael J. Fox in Rescue Me is a wonderful nod, but clearly the voters aren’t actually watching the shows, or Rescue Me would have at least received writing or directing nominations. As usual, no scifi recognition (John Noble, almost everyone on Battlestar Galactica), but I’m not sure why we scifi fans even get our hopes up.

Despite 30 Rock’s major Emmy love, the recognition of Family Guy, and other standouts (Jeremy Piven’s welcome absence, and, supposedly, the guy from The Big Bang Theory), Emmy isn’t more edgy or more welcoming this year. Too many of the nominees are the same, for lackluster seasons and repetitive performances. Which is why I won’t be watching the show again this year, just catching the highlights on youtube that someone will pass along. Instead, I’ll watch all my favorite episodes from shows and actors who didn’t receive nominations. At least I know I’ll be in for a great evening!

The 61st Primetime Emmy Awards will air on Sunday, September 20 at 8/7c on CBS

Originally published July 16, 2009

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Real Housewives of Atlanta: “This is some tacky sh*t”

Let’s all hear it for Kim, who deserves a serious round of applause for her Oscar-worthy performance following her fall down the stairs on this episode. Correction – after falling down like 3 stairs. Here’s the thing, though: the whole “damsel in distress” act is a lot more believable when the damsel isn’t bumping hip hop music out her car speakers with a cigarette dangling out of her mouth.  That is one classy broad, let me tell you. Never mind the fact that she had just gotten up post-spill and walked in 4 inch heels over to her car where she proceeded to hold court for the rest of the night and cry on command. The ladies of the A-T-L seemed none too pleased to have their big unveiling of their Derek Blanks’ alter-ego portraits take place in a driveway when an expensive, fully catered house obtained specially for the event stood empty just a few feet away. NeNe nailed the tone of the night when she blurted “This is some tacky sh*t.” Amen, NeNe, it’s a shame that Kim’s acrobatics ruined the night. To be fair to Kim, though, her legs were pretty scraped up and bleeding – heck I thought if she cut herself that chardonnay would pour out instead of blood, looks like I stand corrected. I also stand corrected that on last week’s preview scenes it looked like Kim was on something since she was woozy and her eyes were closing. Turns out she wasn’t on drugs, she’s just crazy! Who knew that exaggerating an injury required such energy? (Cue Kim with the back of her hand on her forehead looking weak).

On a happier note, their alter-ego pictures came out fabulously, and the whole crew seemed really impressed by the magic that Kandi worked in the studio to fix the disaster, I mean demo, that Kim provided for “Tardy for the Party.” I have to admit, I won’t be buying it off iTunes any time soon (and yes, the song is actually available there…I know) but Kim and her producer and sound engineer were able to take the song to another level. And by ‘another level’ I mean that they used more digital effects and reverb than on 50  Britney Spears tracks combined. Ah the wonders of technology. In Kim’s OTHER meltdown of the show, prior to actually recording the hook that allowed Kandi and her team to fix that song, she arrived at Kandi’s house and didn’t realize that Kandi had a studio at her home. Then, when she realized that she might have to (gasp) actually sing in order to be on this track – crazy concept, I know – she cried all of her mascara off and relived the debacle that was her attempt at country music stardom from last year. Sigh. They finally got something recorded, however, and then all of a sudden Miss “too shy to go in the booth” turned all Diana Ross on us and it looks like NeNe is The Supremes. Kim now wants to axe NeNe’s participation out of the song and take the glory for herself, which when she finally does break the news to NeNe it is going to go over like a ton of bricks. Have fun with that, Kim, maybe you should break out that helmet you wore to dinner with Shereé a while back, you may need it.

In other random “we needed to fill time on this episode” story news, Shereé introduces us to her extremely expensive celebrity fitness trainer, Cliff. While working out, Cliff invites Shereé to his fitness show in the hopes of introducing her to one of his friends and possibly making a love match between them. Cliff, don’t you know that Shereé could never love anyone as much as she loves herself? Pssht – shame on you! Plus, the guy that he tries to fix her up with is so muscular that you can count every one of his veins, and he never stops talking – not exactly her type. Then again, what type of man does pure evil go with? Just asking. Oh, and while Shereé is stuck talking to the lumpy muscle guy she accidentally misses Cliff’s performance, which I don’t know a lot about body building competitions, granted, but are they supposed to involve tuxedo vests with no shirts, top hats and sparkle thongs? If so, then Cliff nailed it.

Oh, and in other filler news, Lisa had a promotional photo shoot for her “Closet Freak” clothing line. Her dress was kind of unfortunate though, maybe Lisa needs to fire her stylist and hire Dwight – he’d make her look fierce in no time. That was about it for this episode, but I have to say I am pretty amped up about next week. Apparently we learn more about who Big Papa is (though tabloids have pretty much out-ed him ages ago) and Kandi gets into a little scuffle with NeNe at the party that Shereé throws for herself. See, I told you no one will love Shereé as much as Shereé loves Shereé.  I have to say, I still think that Kandi is too boring to be on the show, but that’s only because she’s remarkably down to earth and normal…except for that whole fiancé/multiple baby mama’s drama. In any case, the chick is really starting to grow on me.

Season 2, Episode 8: Scrambled Egos (originally aired September 17, 2009)

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So You Think You Can Dance: Valley of the Sun is Not So Hot

I clearly spoke too soon in my last review. Whereas last week’s episode was all about the plethora of amazing dancers who turned out in Los Angeles, this week in Phoenix it was all about the weird and the wacky. It was Mia’s turn to join our judges, and it was good to have her back. I like it when Mia says things like “you’re stupid” in a good way but keeps her snarky streak to herself.

Nigel gave me a giggle when he asked, “How close are we to Roswell?” And this sent me on a trip down memory lane where I realized that Katherine Heigl was a lead in a show named Roswell on the, then, WB, and then I remember it was 1999 when that show premiered, so I’ve aged 10 years. And then I start thinking I’m going to have a panic attack at any moment! But I digress. And thankfully there was some dancing to keep my mind off of my quarter life crisis.

SYTYCD is back to the type of horrendous audition rounds that talent reality shows are known for. And since my favorite dance show took only one episode before falling back into the basics, I think it’s time for “The Good, The Ordinary and the Utterly Horrible.”

THE GOOD
Sasha Mallory auditioned on season four and went straight to Vegas, but now, she’s ready because she’s all grown up.  As the first person I feel told a story through dance, she blew me away. Plus her bod is super cut, reminding me of Sabra, and she’s got great technique. All of the praise just brings an endless stream of tears, but the judges really give her something to cry about when she gets put straight through to Vegas.

Willem de Vries and Jacob Jason are the second same sex ballroom couple that we‘ve seen audition, but this time Nigel bites his tongue. His criticism is clearly biased, as if how good they were surprised him, but at least he was surprised in a good way, right? For me, when they switch back and forth between the typical ballroom gender roles of male and female, it’s a little distracting, but you can’t deny the dance is full of passion and beauty. And they’re seriously skilled since they showed they could partner with women just fine during the choreography. Off to Vegas they go.

Jonathan “Legacy” Perez is this season’s first legitimate B-Boy, and he also assisted Lauren Gottlieb with choreography last season. Seeing him flip, spin and top rock, get me energized but I’ve seen dancers just as good, if not better. That could be from all my ABDC and some of the past SYTYCDancers like Dominic. His routine had some crazy highs, but I definitely saw some slips. Still, I’m okay with him going straight to Vegas.

Only seen for mere seconds were Katie Muth and Ellie Soto, but in those brief moments they show performance, presence and technique so maybe we get to see more.

THE ORDINARY
Demetrio “Biggie” Bargas and Brandon “Shorty” Smallwood are bosom buddies. They’re two peas in a pod, a bonafide bromance. From their nicknames, it’s pretty clear that they’re far from twins, but just the idea that the little man and huge guy get together to bust a move makes me smile. I’m completely entertained watching them. They’re funny and lively, and their performance sums up the reason I love dance. It’s about having fun, enjoying yourself and doing what makes you happy. They might not be the best, but it’s not always about being the best or winning the race. It’s about enjoying the journey as you get there. And it’s clear they are.

Now this next girl will touch your heart, and maybe you will disagree with me putting her in this category because as a human being she’s truly exceptional, but this is about dance, guys. And as a dancer, she’s just okay. Allison Becker had spinal meningitis, and doctors said she’d never dance. Hell, they said she’d probably die, but in the end, she lost her hearing. Being deaf, though, hasn’t prevented this girl from following her dreams. People say it over and over and will continue to do so, but it IS truly an inspiration, and it makes me grateful for the chances I have in life. Allison is truly beautiful, and she smiles brightly the entire performance. She’s also very powerful but something is missing for me. You want her to be amazing but she’s just really good.

Kelsey White happens to be the first dancer after a montage of horror. She’s basically that breath of fresh air after driving behind a garbage truck that finally makes a turn. Okay so she’s not great, but at least she has talent! I feel bad for her because Nigel just walks out on her and then screams yes to the choreography from the wings.

Of all the ordinaries, everyone but Allison pretty much crash and burn during past contestants Pasha and Anya’s ballroom choreography, but they plainly couldn’t hack it.

THE UTTERLY HORRIBLE
Jonathan Noronha is special. So special I really don’t know where to start. This kid at a kegger would be a gas with his sticks and props and passion for every genre of dance ever created. Too bad he did none of it well.

Jarvis Johnson is like the Energizer Bunny of dance. Even Cat Deeley asked, “Can you ever be prepared for Jarvis?” The squealing and jumping around shtick got old, for me, very fast, but the judges were interested enough to send him to choreography where he flunks, of course. Finally realizing that dancing is actually harder than running around aimlessly, he then collapses and has what I can only imagine is a panic attack, but he says it’s an asthma attack.

Brandon Gordon and Nicole Peterson are like Frankenstein and Mini Me. They’re sweet but completely uncoordinated. It was like watching myself attempt to play soccer, sad and scary.

WRAP IT UP
Fifteen dancers move through to the next round. Phoenix had way more characters but less talent, and I didn’t see anyone that I would really root for, but people can surprise you. I can see at least one or two of these guys as real top 20 potential so I look forward to seeing what they can do and if production saved some Phoenix gems for later. The home of the Red Sox is up next. Will Boston wow us?

Season 6, Episodes 2: Audition Show #2 (originally aired September 16, 2009)

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America’s Next Top Model: Fortress of Fierceness

There comes a moment in every season where I just can’t believe what I’m watching on America’s Next Top Model. And then … I have to recap it. In Cycle 13, that moment is here.

Why is this bad? Because it’s only week 3!

And so! The girls head to the Wilhelmina Agency to meet with Sean Patterson, President, and Nigel Barker for individual interviews and critiques. Of note: Jennifer goes on about her condition, Ptosis. I mention it because we hear about it a lot, though I never noticed it. Apparently, everyone else does.

The girls wait together, excited and patient since they all believe this is a challenge with a winner and prizes. Except when Nigel and Patterson reappear, they announce the loser, and the loser must immediately return to the house, pack her belongings, and get the f— out of L.A. The stunned girls all breathe a sigh of relief when Rachel’s name is called, and poor Rachel. She’s adorable and now she has to go back to working at Wal-Mart.  She’s crushed, and I’m genuinely sympathetic. Until I realize that this knocks one more week off this show, and then I’m ecstatic. Yes, it’s possible to love and hate this show at the same time. Just watch!

Next up, the real challenge! The girls arrive at a “photo shoot” with a photographer so over-the-top he can’t be real. He bashes their collective inability to take a perfect photo in one take, until a mild-mannered model looking suspiciously like Tyra in glasses appears to take her turn.  When the photographer insults short women, Tyra Kent can stand it no more and transforms into … Super Smize. I kid you not. Like, in full costume and everything. The editors can’t find footage without at least one person’s expression all “WTF???” What follows is a series of one-on-ones where Tyra teaches all the ladies how to smile with their eyes. And in this, the season where a makeover has been renamed a Ty­over, as if she’s reinvented and improved upon the concept, Tyra has created a new word: smize, as in “smiling with your eyes.” Learn it. Love it. Use it. Shoot the person next to you who speaks of it seriously.

After the lesson of a lifetime, Tyra suits up the girls in the most embarrassing pink leotards ever. The funny part? The girls know exactly how ridiculous they look and appear ashamed. I love these short girls this cycle. They absolutely get how ludicrous Tyra’s shenanigans are, but they’re willing to put up with them for a modeling contract. They face off in pairs for the Battle of the Smize. The winners (Bianca, Courtney, Kentucky, Kara, Lulu, and Brittany) enjoy dinner with Patterson while the losers do the dishes. That’s some old school loser punishment there.

The photo shoot. The ladies visit Santa Anita Park, the Home of Seabiscuit, because they said he was too small too, you know. The girls will don long wigs, bare their boobs, and take a photo with a horse and jockey.

Rae smizes through her shoot and rocks it early. Jennifer must fight her ptosis and a horse who doesn’t like her. Brittany gives Italian Vogue, so she’s safe. Nicole feels intimidated but eventually nails a strong shot. Ashley poses too much, and Erin is smizing, even though you can’t tell with all that make-up. Kentucky’s right at home around the horse, and fyi – she loves nudity. Lulu’s too stiff and swimsuit. Jay forces Courtney to wear her broken-foot boot, and now she’s pissed. She feels “disabled,” and stuns Jay by being angry and awful. Bianca interviews that she won’t complain about her hair. Which is kind of like complaining about it, just not to Jay. She feels it’s worse than last week … and honestly, I have to agree. She looks terrible, but worse models have worked it out. Jay says Isis came off far more feminine than Bianca did. Ouch. And Nice. Kara needs to work out the tension in her body, and Sundai needs very little coaching.

In the drama department, back at the house, Jennifer and Bianca argue about what constitutes a clean dishwasher, and Bianca proves again that she’s possibly the world’s biggest bitch. Of course, that’s not her problem. Courtney complains again about how Jay made her wear the boot and that killed her photo. Brittany calls bullshit and Courtney insists “let me feel my feelings,” but really, it’s a little too character revealing, Courtney.

Judging. Guest Judge: Lauren “LC” Conrad. I’m not even going to recap her comments because despite her being a fashion designer … shut up, LC. Maybe they cut out all of her really helpful comments. Bring back Chanel Iman!

Kara’s photo is beautiful but lacks movement, smize, and pizzazz. Ashley overposed so much in her photos that Tyra chose the one the photographer used to test the light, with a crew member airbrushed out of the shot. Yikes. Jennifer’s uneven eyes come up again and she officially becomes the poster child for Ptosis. Also, her photo wasn’t great. Lulu looks sweet, and Brittany has a “strong, fierce look.” She models H-to-T, another Tyra-ism meaning Head-to-Toe. Write that down. Up next comes Bianca, who makes a comment about her unlikable blonde hair. Too much tension in her mouth, and Ms. J is becoming less of a fan. Kentucky doesn’t look like her photo (which is a compliment. I think.) and she smizes with sex appeal. Sundai’s eyes become lost in her picture. Tyra calls Rae’s photo something like Madonna in W Magazine, “just off, weird,” but this is all good. I can’t believe Tyra made a non-modeling world pop culture reference or that it was a compliment. Rae’s expression looks the same as last week to me, but I’m just judging from my couch. Nicole is melancholy and beautiful. Erin’s face also reminds me of last week (as in: easy) but the judges congratulate her on an amazing photo. Courtney hobbles forward without her brace, and the judges immediately call her out for looking angry and ordinary in her picture. Ms. J leads her into admitting that she gave up. Uh oh! Courtney, for some reason, thinks that explaining about the boot will help her case.

Deliberation equals more of the same, so bring them back out! Called first: Mena Suvari! Er, I mean, Erin. Bottom two: Bianca and Courtney. Bianca is still complaining about hair and make up, and Courtney gave up. Going home: Courtney. And that’s two in one episode that I don’t agree with. If Bianca didn’t show any progress from one shoot to the next, shouldn’t she be eliminated? But once again, the bitch stays for good television. Sorry, Courtney – I was rooting for you.

Next week: I was right because Bianca’s involved in another argument. Oh, and a fashion show.

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Season 13, Episode 3: Fortress of Fierceness (originally aired September 16, 2009)

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Glee: If You Believe in Yourself, As I Believe in You

If you believe
Within your heart you’ll know
That no one can change
The path that you must go.

Tonight on a very special Glee, Kurt comes out of the closet and we’re all, hem hem, shocked.  But first, we meet Will/Mr. Schu’s parents, played by Victor Garber and Debra Monk, and they are all excited about the prospect of a grandchild.  But we know that Terri isn’t really pregnant (or maybe she’s pregnant with someone else’s child?).  Anyway, Will and his father bond over the need for confidence and even his six months in the Hanoi Hilton and years as an accountant (over his dream of being a lawyer) make Will’s father think Will should have more confidence as a future father than he did when he became a father.

Of course his father doesn’t know that at the next glee rehearsal, Rachel leads a coup to get the best show choir choreographer, Dakota Stanley, to help the group make it to regionals, and this guy is good, he was the understudy of Lumiere on Broadway.  While lamenting his lack of confidence, Will is in the faculty lounge and sees that Sandy is back teaching shop class (from 50 feet away) after former shop teacher Henri accidentally sawed his thumbs off while overdosing on cough medicine.  With Sandy’s Desperate Housewives fanfic on hold, he’s back to prevent a school of nancies by putting some hot wood in these teenagers’ hands.  But before that, they sing a song to cheer up Henri and from the succinct vocal stylings of Will, Sandy, Howard (of Sheets ‘n Things), Henri, and Ken . . . Acafella is born!  Only without Sandy because with him, the group is weird.  After all, this is how they do it, and Terri can’t stop doing Will (once a week!); he thinks she’s turned on by his new boy band gig but she’s really trying to get pregnant so he won’t know she lied.

Back in the glee club, Will’s been absent for six weeks and Rachel is unable to get him back.  The group votes to hire Stanley, and Finn stops out.  Rachel calls him out for not having the confidence to tell her how he feels about her.  So he quits.  And Rachel falls right into Coach Sue’s trap by sowing the seeds of destruction using her ringers in the glee club to disband the group; she needs a fog machine.  Their next target is Mercedes, who’s been longing for companionship and turns to Kurt (and his Sgt. Pepper Lonely Hearts Club jacket) at the suggestion of the cheerleaders.

Let’s get a song in here.  The Acafellas sing “Poison” at a bar and Emma is very excited, and that’s before she learns that Will’s father sold all 17 of their CDs and without his mother having to show her bosoms!  I like her, the mother that is.  Figgins likes the Acafellas and wants them to sing at the next PTA meeting to calm the parents about the prison food Figgins has been serving in the cafeteria (Nutraloaf, anyone?).

Sandy tells the Acafellas that he wants into the group because he arranged for his MySpace penpal Josh Groban to attend the PTA meeting and he’s heard on the blogs that Groban is looking for a new opening act.  Howard is unfamiliar with Josh Groban, and before Sandy can club Howard to death with Groban’s Critics Choice Award, he explains that “[Groban] is an angel sent from heaven to deliver platinum records unto us.”  Talk about lifting you up.

As we see another school sing “Mercy”, Howard and Henri have to drop out of Acafellas.  He recruits Finn to the group and encourages him to stick it out with glee.  Ken is also approached by Puck about joining Acafellas; Puck wants to join so he can meet some hot moms, having developed the habit from his after school above-ground pool cleaning business.  (This reminds me of one of the few interesting parts of Extract but that’s another story.)

Rachel and Tina have a [gay + intervention portmanteau] with Mercedes about her dating Kurt, who they think is obviously gay.  She replies that she doesn’t care and is happy with Kurt, who gets her for what she is.  Until the fundraising carwash, when Mercedes smashes Kurt’s window after he reminds her that they’re not dating and that he’s in love with someone else.  He says it’s Rachel but it’s really Finn.  Mercedes sings us out to commercial with “Bust My Windows,” in front of a dancing team of bikini-topped cheerleaders.  And people thought this show wouldn’t attract straight men!

We return to the next glee rehearsal and Dakota Stanley berates all of them but the cheerleaders.  Most of them walk out, until Rachel compares them all to Barbra Streisand, and they fire Stanley so they can be themselves.  This is a boring B-plot but Stanley’s insults rival those of Sparky Polastri so he’s got that going for him.

Let’s get to the PTA meeting.  Backstage, Sandy barfs at the excitement of Josh Groban sitting in the front row with his little puppy dog eyes.  Acafella enchants the parents with “I Wanna Sex You Up.” The crow goes wild.  After the show, Josh Groban comes back to meet the guys.  He finally meets Sandy and hands him a restraining order to stop calling him, sending him nude photos of himself, and sending Edible Arrangements.  Sandy is upset, the guys are freaked out, and Groban doesn’t hire them even if he likes their work.  So the Acafellas break up, and Will and his father talk about how they both have the confidence to do what they want to do: Will is going back to glee club and his father is enrolling in law school (Harvard?).

Mercedes apologizes to Kurt for damaging his car (that he lost after his father found his tiara collection), and he apologizes for lying to her because (wait for it), he’s gay.  She tells him that he should tell the others in glee club because it’s the one place they can all be themselves.  Speaking of being themselves, Groban is backstage flirting with Will’s mother; oh yeah, Groban is into blousy alcoholics.  Who knew?

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Season 1, Episode 3: Acafellas (originally aired September 16, 2009)

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Wednesdays at 9pm on Fox

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Criminal Minds Preview

CBS is back with the always creative and frequently thought-provoking Criminal Minds. The team of FBI profilers of the cerebral “Behavioral Analysis Unit” (BAU) are the cream of the crop. They jet-set around the country (literally in a private jet!), following some of the most devious criminal minds in an attempt to anticipate their next moves to stop them before they kill again. During most episodes I find myself dissecting the evidence as it slowly trickles out through the work of the BAU agents with assistance from the unidentified subjects, or “Unsubs.”

Thomas Gibson plays Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner. Joe Mantegna now stars as Senior Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi, who replaced Special Agent Jason Gideon, portrayed by Mandy Patinkin (some will remember him as Inigo Montoya of The Princess Bride fame). Paget Brewster plays Agent Emily Prentiss. Shemar Moore, as Special Agent Derek Morgan, is the muscle behind the team. Matthew Gray Gubler plays Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid, the brains behind the operation. AJ Cook is Special Agent, Media Liaison, and yummy eye candy “JJ” Jareau. Computer genius Penelope Garcia, played by Kirsten Vangsness, rounds out the team. Premiering Wednesday, September 23, 2009, at 9:00 p.m. on CBS, Criminal Minds is a must see!

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9: The Cutest Apocalypse Ever

Don’t get the wrong idea. 9 and his buddies are pretty darn cute (I’d like to take 3 and 4 home and keep them forever as my best buddies/Tinkerbell-like guardians) but the Apocalypse itself…not so much.  However, here’s the action and wonder that went missing all through the summer movie season.

Despite the awesomeness of the trailer (I think it was the use of the Coheed and Cambria track that sold me), 9 wasn’t exactly what I thought it would be. In one of the darkest U.S. produced animated movies, director Shane Acker helps along the evolution of steampunk in cinema and creates a feature length version of his Academy Award-nominated 2005 short film. The rag doll 9 awakens in a future where man and machine have extinguished each other, leaving only these nine remaining life forms and a mechanical, hateful dog which hunts them down. And yet, for some reason, I didn’t think it would be that dark.

And it is, which is kind of fun when you realize you’re watching an animated movie, and especially when you realize the theater won’t be crawling with 2 year olds. I loved Bolt, but not necessarily the crowd I saw it with.

But back to the Apocalypse! The villainous dog captures 2, and so begins the journey of 9 and his new compatriots. In an attempt to rescue their friend, they awaken something darker, bigger, and much more destructive to their existence.

This film, visually, is on par with the best animated movies this year, with imagery and fluidity done was well or better than Up and Coraline. The action rivals any summer blockbuster, and the emotional depth and character attachment as accessible as any live action film. For animation rated PG-13, the storytellers do not hold back, giving us horrifying kills, terrifying monsters, and wicked imagery as haunting as any thriller or horror movie.

The mood stays dark with only brief moments of lightness – if apocalyptic movies and horror movies aren’t your thing, this probably isn’t for you. Though animated, the clash of metal on metal and easy destruction of rag dolls carries a surprising violence. You will not walk away thinking this might, even remotely, be something you want to bring your five year old and his birthday party to.

There is no great lesson or moral to the story, although all the normal hero themes are there:  stand up and fight, refuse to be a victim, take responsibility, etc. But what we have is a story for story’s sake, a journey with nine characters who may or may not survive to the end, who refuse to be cowed even as they fear every passing second. This is about survival, pure and simple in a plot-driven story that never fails to entertain.

Sure, there are a few plot holes and questions that go unanswered. There’s not much in the way of character development, not in a broad sense. The voice acting falls a little flat, though John C. Reilly proves once again he’s amazing with his voice alone. However – visually, a stunning picture. The execution of a wildly different concept (nine dolls inheriting the earth?), breathtaking. Perhaps not the most uplifting movie of the year, but we end with a beautiful, heartfelt sequence that touches anyone with a soul, anyone willing to accept the premise and open up to a different kind of story. The feast for the eyes alone, from character designs to dark, poetic imagery, should sell this movie ticket. Maybe it won’t be what you thought it would be, but it’s worth a look.

Gossip Girl: Welcome back, Upper Eastsiders!

I know I’ve been getting my Gossip Girl fix this summer via her Twitter feed, and if this review isn’t enough for you, she’s also live-tweeting all of the episodes this season.  But enough of plugging someone else, let’s resume our story, already in progress.

Last season, a lot happened only it didn’t feel like it week to week.  This season, everyone has longer hair.  Spotted, Chuck Bass goes after some leggy blond–Ashley Henshaw with American Girl hair–even though he has a girlfriend–oh yes, he’s up to his old tricks.  At least that’s what we’re supposed to believe, it’s some weird Crash sexual game that he and Blair play.  Meanwhile, Jenny has been living it up with the Barefoot Contessa at the van der Woodsen manse in the Hamptons.  She and Eric have been hiding evidence at Serena’s request, so once again Serena’s lying.  And Dan’s got this creepy post-high school metrosexual look (and has been working out for his new role in The Stepfather) going that he’s going to go share with Vanessa, who he thinks spent the full summer in Europe with Nate.  Only that’s not exactly what happened as Nate lands in Manhattan in a helicopter with another new Columbia student–she’s Bree Buckley, arch-rival of the Archibald clan.  And in another dramatic entrance, Serena is hounded by the paparazzi when she returns from Europe.

We’re around another van der Woodsen/Humphrey breakfast table when Rufus says they’re all going to a polo match.  Dan pulls Serena aside to show her drunk photos of her partying up in Europe, but as usual she doesn’t care.  Chuck and Nate wax exposition about Chuck’s new bellhopper look and why Nate should get with Bree.  Blair and Serena spend their walk talking about her little sexual game play with Chuck so they can keep the spark in their relationship.  My advice?  Use vodka and black underwear like everyone else! Serena plants the seed of doubt, as is so easy to do with Blair’s insecurity.

Dan and Vanessa have coffee and talk about their summers and new hairstyles.  She and Nate hooked up once but came back and met Scott; she thinks they’ll like each other.  I think they’ll practically be brothers to each other.  Anyway, Vanessa grabs Dan’s wallet and sees he’s been stuffing his designer wallet filled with $100 bills–a graduation gift from Lily, which to Vanessa is akin to Frodo finally giving in to the power of the Ring.  Yeah, not so much.  Exhibit A: Frodo had the Eagles and Dan has a limo (that he kept secret from Vanessa).

Back at the apartment, Rufus is flipping through the Euro-rags with photos of Serena and no top, with Serena in a dance club, and with Serena doing body shots with Prince Harry.  Serena’s still feeling photogenic because she pretends to lose control of her top so paparazzi with get her away from Carter Baizen; she later tells Dan that Carter has been stalking her and she’s trying to avoid him.  In other scheming, Scott is encouraging Vanessa to confront Dan at the polo match, but we know he just wants to see Dan’s family–he’s got a copy of his original birth certificate.

Polo Match!  Nate introduces his date, Bree, to his grandfather and at the same time hands back the keys to a new car; he’s again rejecting his family’s influence.  Bree’s not amused by Nate’s using her because she’s not currently in her family’s good graces.  She wants to get back with them and she also wants to get with Nate.  In short, she needs them to be discreet, and Nate’s going to have another secret relationship, until his grandfather tries to use the relationship in his feud against the Buckleys.

Across the tent, Blair and Chuck are looking for another woman to unwittingly participate in their idea of foreplay.  While Vanessa is trying to confront Dan, Blair pulls him aside so they can follow through on their plot against Carter.  They’ve got a restraining order to keep Carter away from Serena, and he’s about to reveal what really happened, when polo player Nacho (seriously?) gets Serena to throw out the ball.

Scott gets away from Vanessa and meets Rufus.  As Scott is talking about being Rufus’s number one fan, Serena rides across the field on a horse.  Everyone’s shocked and confused.  And by everyone, I mean me.  Carter rides after her and they talk about her quest to find her father.  Carter reminds her that her father didn’t want to see her.  But now Carter wants to make out with her and he gets his way and into her pants.  Somehow, Carter winds up shirtless and alone, with no sign of Serena.

Back at the match, Vanessa is all snotty with Dan and he’s snotty back at her.  I like it when these two fight.  It makes Vanessa almost interesting.  Also interesting, this relationship dynamic between Blair and Chuck: they’re almost good together in a mutually assured destruction kind of way, even as they realize they don’t need games to know how they feel about each other.  Well, they don’t need games with a third party: they’ve moved over to her playing the bitchy restaurant customer and him being the ever friendly maitre d’ who works hard for his tips.

We end with Vanessa and Scott hooking up, Nate and Bree hooking up in the car he decided to keep, and Rufus not hooking up (Lily is still visiting her sick mother) but buying up all of the photos of Serena.  But Serena’s got her own plan, she’s been paying one of the photographers to put the photos of her in all of the foreign papers, hoping that her father will see her in one of them.

Next week the college year starts and Georgina Sparks is Blair’s new roommate.  How will our former Queen B survive?

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Season 3, Episode 1: Reversals of Fortune (originally aired September 14, 2009)

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Mondays at 8/7C, The CW

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Entourage: Stalkers, Sororities and Sabotage – Oh My!

The good news is Vince doesn’t really have a stalker. The bad news is Eric apparently does, and her name is Ashley. For the love of God, E, ditch the pint-sized Fatal Attraction and just move onto your hot assistant already, please? This week’s Entourage had it all – stalkers, sex shops, sorority girls and even a Zac Efron appearance. You know, pretty much all of the things that made it good the past 6 seasons – well, except the Efron thing. My personal favorite story line involved everyone’s favorite sweater vest-lover, Lloyd, but I’ll save the best for last. Here’s what everyone else was up to…

After Aaron Cohn’s team of Israeli militants had been actively pissing off Vince and Turtle for weeks (you just don’t eat another man’s Froot Loops, everybody knows that), they moved forward on operation “Take Down Vince’s Stalker at All Costs”, only to find out that he had burned his house down and injured his own father as a child. They decide to tail the suspect and learned that he works at one of Drama’s favorite old haunts, the Pleasure Chest. Drama then pulls operation “Nobody Messes with Baby Bro” and takes matters into his own hands by going to the shop in person to threaten Vince’s would-be stalker, Curtis Tucker. Never mind the fact that all Drama had to do was look at the guy to scare him. He was rocking some seriously unpleasant face makeup this episode as part of his Dan Coakley-imposed punishment that his character was chemically burned – ouch! I don’t know what was more amusing about his Pleasure Chest visit, the fact that Drama was pretty much Norm from Cheers at this sex shop – the sales girl Sadie seemed particularly happy to see him – or the fact that Entourage played the ol’ red herring card and set us up here. See, it turned out that Curtis Tucker worked at the furniture store that Vince bought his couch at and had lost his license in the cushions ages ago (hence Aaron’s seemingly damning evidence) and really wasn’t a stalker at all.

This was further confirmed when Turtle found out that some skanks, I mean co-eds, on his campus had taken his drawers as a sorority initiation prank that required them to “steal Jamie-Lynn Sigler’s boyfriend’s underwear.” Turtle better watch himself with those college girls or else he’s going to end up minus his already way-out-of-his-league celebrity girlfriend. Slow your roll, Turtle, because something tells me life with only Arnold the dog to keep you company will get pret-ty lonely, my friend.

Speaking of people who need to chill out, Ashley’s character needs to drive off a cliff in the next episode or I may stop watching, for real. Even though Eric explained that a phone call he received was from Turtle and Drama, she still didn’t trust him and felt the need to  return to her old ‘checking Eric’s cell phone’ psycho girlfriend ways again. To make matters worse, upon dropping by his office unexpectedly for a visit Ashley sees that E’s assistant is a regulation hottie and now will probably add “insecure” to her previous list of “annoying” and “paranoid” girlfriend traits. Her days are numbered, for sure, and amen to that.

Vince, on the other hand, seems to have no trouble with the ladies at all, after going for a wardrobe fitting for his upcoming Frank Darabont-directed movie he comes away with more than just a tailored suit. Ignoring Darabont’s urging for Vince to carry a gun, Vince decides he’d rather slay broads than bad guys and proceeds to treat himself to a private fitting, if you will, with the seamstress. Drama’s line to Vince is one of the all time best Entourage quotes, whoever wrote that should be given a promotion (I will not repeat it, though, it wouldn’t do it justice). And while we’re on the topic of promotions…

Everybody has a line, and Ari crossed Lloyd’s this week. After Ari learned that his old rival Adam Davies was made the head of his agency, he put in a call to congratulate Adam personally…and by congratulate I mean steal his best client, Zac Efron, out from underneath him. PS, I thought those Disney kids were all squeaky clean, why did Zac look like he’d never seen a shower before in his life? Anyway, in retaliation Adam offers Lloyd his dream job as an agent with triple his current pay to steal him away from Ari. But, since Lloyd is a loyal guy at heart, he tells Ari that he wants to earn his agent stripes at Miller Gold instead, so long as he’s still on track to becoming an actual agent after Ari’s 100-day reign of terror ends. Cue Ari morphing into a jerky Boss-zilla here and adding countless days to Lloyd’s sentence just for challenging his authority. Then he gives Lloyd a list of chores to do and kicks him out of his office. Poor Lloyd, he may be the feminine one in his relationship but he certainly took his punishment like a man. It wasn’t until Lloyd was rear-ended while driving Ari’s freshly-washed car and subsequently blamed for the wreck by an irate Ari that Lloyd hit his breaking point and left the car (and his hopes of becoming a Miller Gold agent) stranded in the middle of the street.

I had been waiting for that story line to come to a boil for weeks, and now that it has I can honestly say that Ari screaming “Lloyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyd!” at the top of his lungs was music to my ears. One can only assume that Lloyd will take the Davies job offer, that Ari will be left to flounder without him, and that Mrs. Ari will probably reappear to knock some sense into her husband and force him to hire Lloyd back – that is, if Lloyd will ever forgive Ari. Whatever happens, the juvenile competitiveness, gratuitous sexual content, and blatant employee abuse that ran rampant on this episode is exactly what Entourage needed, and I’d say it pretty much knocked one out of the park this week.

For another take on this week’s episode, read All That Glitters is Not (Ari) Gold by Tanya Lane.

Season 6, Episode 9: Security Briefs (originally aired September 13, 2009)

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Sundays at 10pm ET/PT on HBO

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